I hope you're paying attention AbberantScript and Flagg1991. I hope everybody's paying attention. It is with this story that I hope to elevate myself to the level of Loud House demigod, on the same level as AS and Flagg. READ THIS! AND KNOW THAT BEHIND THE WRITING OF THIS STORY, I'M PLANTING MY FEET ON THE GROUND AND LOWERING MY BODY INTO THE KUNG FU HORSE STANCE, SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS AS ORANGE ENERGY EXPLODES OFF MY BODY AND LIFTS SMALL ROCKS INTO THE AIR! I'LL CHANNEL MY POWER AND SHOOT A BEAM OF ENERGY STRAIGHT INTO YOUR HEARTS! YOU FEEL ME?! I'm going to do my best to blow you away.

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In Lisas ten years of life she had learned a lot of things. How much electricity you can siphon off the cities power grid before it starts to become a serious problem. That was an embarrassing visit from the local authorities… On the up side, she learned how to obfuscate her power consumption so the authorities couldn't detect where the drain was happening.

Now however she had two new things she wanted to learn. In her younger years, Lisa sent her brother to another universe. One that was a sort of parallel to her own, where Lincolns counterpart was the only girl in a family of boys. From what she learned of the universe when Lincoln came back, the brothers in that universe were thoroughly unpleasant. If she could allow herself a moment of emotional reflection, it made her glad her sisters weren't brothers. Though at the time the scare of Lincoln almost not making it back prevented her from investing more study into the matter of parallel worlds, she felt she was more ready for the challenge now. Putting that aside for the moment, the other thing she wanted to learn was about romance. Specifically the difference between a culturally acceptable romance, say between Lincoln and Ronnie Anne Santiago, and a culturally unacceptable romance, say between Lincoln and Lori. In language simple enough for even the biggest simpleton to understand. Lisa wanted to study the differences between a Incestuous relationship and a non incestuous relationship.

Getting back to her previous experiment. Lisa wanted to know if it was possible to create a parallel timeline, and if it was possible, she wanted to know how long it was possible to keep one open. Luckily her first experiment would be able to aid her in her second one quite significantly.

While Lisa was confident that she could induce a romantic relationship between anyone she chose, she didn't believe she could make her siblings okay with sharing Lincoln without significantly altering their base personalities, something that she was unwilling to do. Therefore she would try to open ten alternate timelines, using her own as the control. If she succeeded, she would encourage a relationship between Lincoln and each of his siblings, including herself; one should never try an experiment on loved ones that one was unwilling to try on oneself. Besides that, she was honestly curious.

Getting back to matter at hand. If she was successful in opening ten alternate timelines, she would encourage a relationship between Lincoln and each of his siblings in the ten off shooting timelines, and encourage a relationship between Lincoln and Ronnie Anne Santiago in the original control timeline. For this experiment she built a machine capable of acting like a stabilizer for the split timelines, preventing them from merging again. it required very little power and was exceedingly durable. She also created a console that sent out a communication signal that only the console itself could pick up. This would allow her and her alternate selves to communicate a compare notes across the divide. Lisa was ready.

The Following days Royal Woods and the surrounding areas experienced frequent blackouts, but the local authorities couldn't figure out where all the power was going. Eventually they just shrugged their shoulders and gave up. The blackouts did stop happening after all, and without any information on what caused them, there wasn't much they could do. Little did they know, the power was put to good use, as one Loud family split into eleven Loud families. All in existence at the same time and all oblivious to each other, save for one member from each instance. And each one got to work.

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"Wow, seventeen." Lincoln spoke, as if talking to an audience, It was a habit of his that comforted him in times of stress. It let him calm down and focus on the task at hand. Of course by this point in his life, it wasn't even something he only did to calm down. He was so used to addressing his imaginary audience that he found himself slipping into talking to them any time he was alone. "It doesn't really feel all that different from sixteen to be honest. In another year I'll get to vote, and last year I got a drivers license… Not that I have a car to drive, but I guess it's still pretty cool. Seventeen though, It's a year without any real landmarks." He scratched the white stubble on his chin. "Still getting older is an achievement. It means I haven't died yet. It also makes me think back on years past somewhat. I didn't always have what I have now. It was only at eleven that I discovered my love of drawing and writing. I suppose it shouldn't have been a surprise given how much I love comic books, but it was." He exited his room, still the converted closet at the end of the hall. It was slightly bigger now as frequent explosive experimentation on Lisas part required a certain amount of renovation. That requirement also resulted in their parents demanding Lisa move her lab to her bunker in the back yard, but Lincoln was happy to have gotten a larger room out of it. "I'd like to think I'm pretty good now."

"Hey bro." Luna mumbled, as he came up behind her in the line to the bathroom. She was dressed in a pair of purple sweat pants and a button up shirt.

"Hey Luna" He replied. Somewhat more awake, possibly due to his habit of talking to his imaginary audience, possibly because he went to bed earlier than her, or possibly for any other reason.

"There was something about today…" Luna trailed off, "Eh, I'll remember when I'm more awake."

The door opened, letting Lori out into the hall. She looked refreshed and ready to start her day. Button up suit jacket sans tie, and pajama pants still on. So… Maybe she wasn't ready to start her day, but she looked refreshed at least. Lori had done well for herself. Only one year out of college and she already had a job as a lawyer, working for a local judge. It was mostly paperwork according to her, which didn't sound exciting, but it at least sounded successful. She was still living at home though. Houses were expensive as it turns out and why rent an apartment away from the family when you can just pay your parents rent. Privately Lincoln thought she may have seriously missed the chaos of their home when she was away at college.

"Happy birthday Lincoln. I'll see you when I get off work later!" She called as strolled past.

"Ah man luv, How could I fo'get!" Luna exclaimed, slipping into her british accent. "It's your birthday today!" She slid back into her normal speech, "How's it feel to be seventeen Link?"

They Shuffled forward, the space between them and the bathroom door shortening as the line moved. Lynn being admitted to the bathroom and Leni coming up to the door. Luna behind Leni and Lincoln behind her.

"Feels pretty good. One year older and one year wiser."

"Also one year closer to the sweet embrace of death."

"HOLY!" Lincoln and Luna startled as Lucy appeared behind them in line.

"Nobody notices me, sigh." Lucy muttered, actually saying the word sigh, instead of just sighing.

"Don't scare a bird like that mate. You almost gave me a bloody heart attack" Their Music sister heaved for breath.

"You know, you'd think we would be used to this by now. Sorry for not noticing you Lucy." Lincoln apologized.

"It's fine. You have been better about that in the past than most of our siblings." Lucy accepted.

"Yeah, I was just distracted by my conversation with Luna I guess. Speaking of which." He pointed ahead as the door opened and Lynn stepped out into the hall. Luna stepping forward as Leni passed her sporty sister on the way into the bathroom.

"Time for your birthday punches little bro." Lynn came upon Lincoln and cocked her fist back.

Lincoln couldn't stop himself, even after all this time, he instinctively shied away.

"Ha! Two for flinching!" The sporty Loud made good on her promise by punching her brother twice on the same spot on his arm, walking away with a spring in her step while Lincoln rubbed the sore spot.

"You have to stop flinching bro, you know what happens when you do." Luna idly commented.

"Yeah, I know, I know." He blew out a breath. "Speaking of that, do I actually know she'll only punch me once if I don't flinch?"

"You do now." Lucy re-entered the conversation.

"Huh?"

"I learned a long time ago that if I stopped flinching she would only punch me once. She eventually stopped punching me altogether. I think it got boring for her."

"She punched you too Luce?" Her albino brother asked.

Lucy simply nodded and went silent again.

"You got anything planned for your birthday?" Luna quizzed, "I think Mom and Dad were planning on taking us all out for dinner."

Lincoln opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted as the door swept open and Leni skipped out and up to him.

"Hold that thought." Luna said, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door.

"Happy birthday Lincy!" Leni squealed, wrapping him up in an almost bone crushingly tight hug. As it was, Lincoln was pretty sure he heard his ribs creak.

Leni was very strong for a girl of her size. Not for no reason, she worked with wood a lot and had to lift and carry heavy logs for her carvings. Carvings that she sold as a job, which she had time for because Leni didn't go to college. Not that she wasn't smart enough. The Loud parents took her to see a doctor years ago and found out that Leni wasn't as… special… as they feared. She was simply on the lower end of average intelligence combined with extreme gullibility, a habit of taking things literally, and ADD. She was somewhat aided by having some form of savant syndrome though. All of it together was enough that while she was intelligent enough to succeed at college, nobody thought it was a very good choice for her. Instead, with her siblings help, Leni set up a website for her own small business, from which she sold custom outfits and wood sculptures.

Lincoln tried to hide his gasping breaths and smile at her when she let him go. She smiled innocently and waved as she walked away.

"See you at breakfast Linky." She spoke, making her way down the stairs.

"She's more affectionate than usual today." Lincoln noted out loud.

"Well it is your birthday." Lucy vocalized announcing her presence once again.

"Yeah"

They didn't speak again because it was then that the door to the bathroom opened and Luna exited, passing him on the way to the stairs and allowing Lincoln his turn in the washroom.

In a family as large as the Louds, each member could only take so long in the bathroom in the morning. Once the day really got started and every bodies need to use it shifted out of sync with each other you could start taking longer, but in the morning you were allotted no more than ten minutes to do your business before you either had to leave or the rest of the family would bash the door in and kick you out whether you were done or not. Of course this only applied to the Loud children, the Loud parents had their own bathroom connected to their bedroom. All that said Lincoln had a system. He would set a timer on his phone and start the shower, bringing his dental care equipment into the shower with him. He would wash his hair and brush his teeth while rinsing his hair out. Then he would take a caps worth of mouthwash and swish it around while soaping up his face and body. He would spit out the mouthwash and rinse off the soap. After that he would clean the bristles of his tooth brush and step out of the shower. He would turn it off and dry off with a towel, and put his dental care goods back onto the shelf above the sink. Then he would use the toilet if he needed to. Finally, he would put on his outfit for the day, a black and orange striped polo shirt and some blue jeans in this case. He was told once by Lola that black contrasted with his hair well and made him look good, but orange was still his favorite color, so he asked Leni to make him a set of black and orange striped shirts. Thick stripes, he didn't want to look like a escaped convict. Looking at his phone he saw that he still had three minutes left before it went off, so he turned it off and left the washroom, letting Lucy in, and continued on his way down the stairs to breakfast.

The kitchen was a clutter of people eating or making breakfast. Lynn eating a protein bar while waiting for Leni to finish a fruit smoothie batch in the blender. Lisa drinking something that looked kind of like a smoothie, but clearly wasn't. It had the consistency of glue, knowing Lisa though it was probably some scientifically formulated breakfast designed to be perfectly healthy. Lily was happily consuming a bowl of Sugar Snaps. Luan was drinking a banana smoothie from Lenis previous batch. Luna was eating a toasted clotted cream and strawberry jam bagel sandwich. Lola and Lana eating french toast sticks little dipping jars of jam, butter, and syrup. Lori descended the stairs, dressed for the day in a suit jacket, blue tie, and suit pants, and grabbed a glass of Lenis finished smoothie before Lynn could get it, ignoring Lynns protests, and continued out the door to her car. Lincoln could hear Lori pulling out of the drive way as he came up to Leni and Lynn and they split the remaining smoothie batch between them.

"So son, you planning anything today?" Lincolns dad asked, as he came into the room.

"Well." The president in name began, everyones attentions drawn to him by their fathers question, "I still have school today, which is ok I suppose. I've been working on a picture in art class that I was hoping to get done today. After that I suppose I'll hang out with Clyde for an hour or two. Then I guess I'll come home and spend time with my sisters."

"Using your birthday to hang out with ten girls at once? That's Smoothie Linc" Luan said, holding up her almost finished drink, "Haha, Get it?"

Her joke was met with a chorus of groans.

"Seriously though, you shouldn't feel obligated to spend your birthday with us." The joking sister remarked.

"I don't feel obligated. You think I don't like spending time with you? Outside of Clyde and maybe Ronnie Anne, you guys are some of my best friends." Lincoln earnestly responded.

There was a wave of Awww's and other noises of appreciation from his sisters.

"That's sweet dude." Luna sighed, "Luckily for you I don't have any classes at the college today. So I'll see you in the afternoon."

"You don't have any classes today?" Lynn looked almost affronted, "I have." She paused "Math class…" she finished with a hiss.

"Come now. Numbers are hardly as onerous as you're making them out to be. Calculations are simple matters of logic." Lisa commented from her place at the table.

"That's easy for you to say Miss four college masteries." Lisas sporty sister retorted.

"I have five, but I suspect I shouldn't be too hard on you if you're really as bad with simple equations as you profess." Lisa jabbed.

"Hey!"

"Don't fight. It's Linky's birthday, and think about what he just told us. My feelings go all fuzzy just thinking about it." Leni reprimanded her two fighting sisters.

That… Made Lincoln feel kind of awkward, his cheeks dusted with a faint blush.

"Well, I'll see you guys after school." He exited the situation by ascending the stairs, passing Lucy on the way, grabbing his backpack from his room and leaving the house to walk to school, waving behind him as a farewell.

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School passed in a blur for Lincoln, he just couldn't stay focused. Though one day of inattention couldn't hurt. He had pretty good grades for the most part, and he thought himself a good student, so he could afford to daydream through the day just this once. Of course things were still happening around him, and he was still going through the motions, so it was with a jarring halt that he was snapped from his imaginings and found himself staring at his unfinished picture in art class. He contemplated it in silence. It was a supposed to be a tree of every type. A symbol of infinite possibility, to represent the many ways his life could have gone and how many ways it could still go. A horizontal line through the center of the page split the picture in half. A pine tree upside down on the bottom half, it's roots spread throughout and over the line. The landscape was winter and snow fell up the page from the night sky. An oak stood tall upright on top of the line, fruit of every type that grew on a tree, hanging from the branches. The sky was clear blue, not a cloud in sight. At the bottom there were fifteen figures, looking like simplified versions of himself, his family and his friends. They were small before the looming infinity that was everything that could possibly be. The tree towering over everyone and providing shade. Lincoln just had to give proper shading and it would be done.

Setting to work Lincoln thought of the things this picture reminded him of. His family, his relationships, and his future. His future was pretty nebulous though. He assumed he would be going to the community college in a year like all his older sisters except for Leni and Lori, Lori having gotten a scholarship and gone to a law school. He didn't know what he was going to do besides that though. Maybe once he got out of college he could start working with Leni and make custom drawings for people. Maybe he could make comic books and get hired by one of the big companies, like Ace comics, the guys who write the Ace Savy comic line. Maybe he could make it on his own as a writer, though Lincoln had heard that it was tough for new writers to break into the business and make a profit.

He thought about his relationship with Clyde and Ronnie Anne. Clyde was his buddy, he always had been and always would be. Or, at least, he hoped he always would be. Lincoln didn't want to think of a future where he didn't have his best friend since childhood there beside him.

Ronnie Anne was the girl he thought would be with him forever, like Lori and Bobbie. Of course Lori and Bobbie broke up on good terms years ago, so shows what he knows. Ever since middle school when he and Ronnie started dating in secret to preserve Ronnie's reputation as a tough girl. He should have knows a relationship had in secret wasn't going to last, especially when she moved away and they stopped seeing each other as much. Though like with Lori and Bobbie they broke up on good terms. Drifting apart emotionally didn't have to be dramatic, they both admitted that they didn't love each other romantically any more and they agreed to still be friends. It wasn't as awkward to see her after that as he initially thought it would be, but that was probably the influence of Clyde who upon them breaking up, brought them together as often as possible and refused to let either of them get away with not talking.

Thinking about his family inevitably brought him to his sisters. Sometimes people asked him what it was like to grow up in such a large family. He never knew what to tell them. How was he supposed to compare his situation to something else that he'd never experienced before. It would be like explaining why red is different from blue if you'd never seen blue before and only knew it existed from hearing about it in passing. Sometimes people asked him what it was like to grow up with so many sisters. That at least he had some kind of answer to. His experience in the dimension where all his sisters were brothers was brief, but it gave him something to compare his situation to. between having ten sisters and having ten brothers, he much preferred having ten sisters. What he told people who asked, is that if he didn't have so many sisters, he could easily see his life being much worse. It was a vague answer, but it was true.

Blinking out of his thought, he looked at the clock and saw that the bell was about to ring. Looking back in front of him, his completed picture looked back at him. Lincoln picked it up off the easel and brought it to Mr. Harrow to be graded. Then he picked up his backpack and waited by the door for the bell to ring. The rest of the day was just as incorporeal as the part that came before and eventually the bell rang to let everyone out.

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Clydes house was the same as always. That is to say, immaculately clean and almost the complete opposite of Lincolns house. Clydes dads made about as much money as Lincolns parents, but the Mcbrides were a smaller family so they didn't have to stretch their dollars as much, if at all. This meant that they had nicer stuff… Or at least less broken stuff. Niceness is relative after all, because as much as Lincoln liked hanging out at Clydes house, he actually liked his own better. Everything had a history to it that gave it a pleasant weight.

"You excited for your birthday man?" Lincoln brother in all but blood asked.

"Well, this is my birthday right now, and it's just a day. Identical to every other day except that I get gifts and my Mom and Dad take the entire family out to dinner. I think birthdays stopped being really exiting when I turned thirteen." The Albino answered.

"That's a serious downer attitude."

"Not really. Look I'm not saying I'm not happy, because I am, I'm just saying I'm not bouncing in my seat either."

"Well, would it make you happier to know that your family invited me and Ronnie Anne to go to dinner as well?

"Oh really? Yeah that actually does sound pretty rad."

"I was hoping that would cheer you up, and with me to keep you as happy as possible until you go home and it's your sisters responsibility, I have Gravity Shock 2 for us to play. Remastered, with co-op added for the re-release."

"Oh Awesome, I loved that game."

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Getting home, Lincoln was greeted by Luna who had been there all day.

"Little Bro! I hope you had a blinding day." Lincoln, who was well used to Lunas Britishisms by now, knew that blinding meant good.

"It was pretty good, but I'm actually glad to be home now. I hope you have time for me."

"Of course, I always have time for my favorite brother."

Lincoln refrained from mentioning that he was her only brother in good humor. Moving up the stairs they made haste to Luna and Luans room, stopping on the way at Lincolns room to grab a drawing pad and some pencils. This was just how they hung out with each other, it was how all the siblings hung out with each other. They would either all do the thing that one of them loved, or they would all do their own thing and just bask in each others company. In this case Lincoln listened to his sister play through rock and reggae, blues and rap, country and swing. She played Dance Like Swagger five times over the course of the hours they hung out, first in it's original music style, then like it was a pop song, then like a metal song, and like a blues song, and like a jazz song. She played her heart out and invented new songs on the spot that she immediately forgot about in the exhilaration of playing, swinging and stomping her feet around the room, dragging the cord of her guitar behind her and at the end she would write down anything she remembered from the song she just played and get right back into playing whatever came to mind. For five minutes straight she just windmilled her arm around strumming down all the strings and bringing her hand back around to the top.

While this was happening Lincoln drew her and the music. A dynamic picture of her with one booted foot raised on top of of her amp, holding her guitar with her pick holding hand raised in the air mid windmill swing, and music exploding off of her as a physical force. All in black in white, a wave of sound cracked off her guitar like lightning while her short hair blew about in the winds swirling about like a tornado in response to the pure wave of music that cracked the window and acoustically vibrated the walls. Dust and pieces of ceiling rained down behind her.

They took a break and Lincoln showed her his picture. She gazed at it a look of awe and happiness mixing together on her face.

"Lincoln" Luna rasped, "This is fucking ace."

"Here you draw for a while, I want to see what you come up with." Lincoln handed her the pad.

Luna took it apprehensively.

"You know I'm not good at this kind of thing."

"I wasn't always as good as I am now. I was a beginner once too, and you'll never improve if you don't try. Come on I'll even provide background music with my cello. Maybe it'll give you inspiration."

"Yeah, ok, but only because it's your birthday." Luna picked up the pencil and Lincoln left to get his cello.

He came back, sat down, and Lincoln played. He played more calmly than Luna, but he still played anything that came to mind. It sounded classical for all of thirty seconds before switching smoothly to a cello version of Infinity streets song Forever, and after that he played Hall of the Mountain King. His bow dragging fluidly across the strings as he played. Playing Cello wasn't his passion, just as drawing wasn't Lunas, but he still enjoyed it from time to time and he hoped Luna could enjoy drawing from time to time, he really wanted someone to draw with occasionally.

Lincolns moon sister stopped drawing and put aside the pencil, so Lincoln stopped playing cello and made his way over to see what she had. She held it close to her chest nervously.

"Can I look at your drawing?" Lincoln asked her softly.

"It's stupid and terrible, you won't like it."

"Can I please look at it?"

Luna held it out to him, allowing him to take it from her hands.

Luna wasn't correct. It wasn't stupid, it wasn't terrible, and Lincoln did like it. Admittedly it wasn't skillfully drawn, but Lincoln didn't expect her to be amazing at something she never practiced. It also clearly drew inspiration from Lincolns drawing. It was basically a picture of him playing his cello, with wavy lines around him that he assumed was supposed to be the music. The shape was rough and drawing people was hard even for those who practiced drawing, so the Lincoln in the picture looked like what a person might look like if they got in a horrible car crash and partially melted like wax in the sun. Still Lincoln was flattered.

"You know where this belongs? Right up on the fridge." He smirked.

"Eat a bag of bollocks you bloody git!"

"Ha! Oh man." Lincoln laughed, "In all seriousness though, I really do like it."

Luna calmed down from her fleeting indignation "Yeah well, thanks." She looked faintly red faced.

They both jumped slightly when the sound of the door being kicked open on the first floor rang through the house.

"Lincoln, I'm home! You wanna play a game!?" Lynns voice called out.

Lincoln looked at Luna.

"It was fun, unless you want to come play too?" He asked even though he was pretty confident she would decline.

"No, I'm good." She proved him right, and Lincoln strolled out of the room and down the steps to the first floor landing.

"What game did you have in mind?"

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All the way back since they were both children, Lynn had always liked doing parkour and had done her best to instill that like into Lincoln as well, as the sibling closest to her in age who was also closest to her in interests, besides Lana, Lynn had a lot of fun hanging out with her only brother. Parkour made everything better from traveling to games. Tag was almost made into an extreme sport by the inclusion of people flipping over park benches as they chased each other. It made the fun of playground games timeless. Acrobatics made hide and seek way harder, but also more extreme. In a traditional game the players might hide in a tree if they were fit enough to climb. In an acrobatic game of parkour hide and seek, being in a tree was pretty standard and the new ambitious spots became places like stretched across and above a door frame. These were Lynns favorite games to play with Lincoln. As much as she would like to play football, or soccer, or even tennis with him, Lincoln wasn't good at any of those things. She didn't think he would ever be good at those things, considering his past and negative experiences with them. Him switching out with her on his middle school football team came to mind and an example. Still though, she thought she succeeded at injecting a like of parkour and running into him.

"Tag you're it" He cried, tapping her heels at the end of his roll, he went into after he dived over a fence at the park.

Rolling to his feet, he took off running again, with Lynn on his tail. Pumping her legs and working her lungs to catch up to him. If nothing else the years spent playing together made Lincoln fast. He didn't have the full body conditioning that Lynn did, but if he were to wear shorts, it would be obvious how much he used his legs. All said Lynn and Lincoln were even in speed, but that was simply because Lincolns body was built for speed, while Lynn was good at it. She knew all the techniques, the ways to turn at sharper angles while retaining her pace, the ways to move so that her stamina lasted longer, ways to move to help her step move more fluidly into the next with less wasted energy and without that brief pause between steps that most people experience without really realizing it. all of it together was enough to allow her to match the natural speed possessed by her brother, but Lynn wasn't jealous. Lincoln may have speed, but Lynn had a better all around body type. She was good at everything, but not as good at one thing as those built for that specific thing. Still it was better to be a jack of all trades than a master of one.

"You're it" She hollered, catching him in a turn around a tree.

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As the day passed the rest of the family gathered back at the house. Lincoln and Lynn returned from the park and the family piled into Vanzilla the second, Vanzilla the first having been broken beyond repair in a crash two years prior, or Loris car. Things weren't as cramped now that they could spread out over two cars. And they drove to a local all your can eat buffet, just about the only cost effective option with a family of that size, It also let them combine foods in weird ways that a regular restaurant would never allow, meaning Lincoln could actually get a peanut butter and sauerkraut sandwich while eating out. They arrived at the buffet and met Clyde and Ronnie Anne at the door, he having drove himself and her with the car his dads got him under the understanding that he would pay them back eventually.

"Hey Lame-o" Ronnie started with a nickname that had persisted since Lincoln was eleven. "How's it feel to be seventeen?"

"You know you're the third person to ask me that, and I guess I'll just have to tell you what I told them. It doesn't feel all that different from being sixteen."

"Well, one year until adulthood at least, that's something to look forward to." Ronnie shrugged.

Lincoln shrugged as well. He and Ronnie Anne didn't have as good a relationship as they used to, but that was a given considering they lived across the city from each other. They did still have a pretty good relationship though, and Lincoln appreciated her coming.

They entered, paid, and sat down, and everyone started piling their plates with food, and Lincoln got his peanut butter and sauerkraut sandwich, which made everyone else gag. They ate, they talked, they laughed, and they reminisced, and Lincoln and Ronnie Anne found themselves being moved closer and closer to each other as the night progressed until they were sitting side by side. They had fun. Honestly Lincoln would say this was one of his better birthdays. At the end of it all, Rita broke out the Tupperware and they started piling food in to sneak out of the restaurant in her large bag, because why pay for groceries when you already paid for all you can eat. Unless it was in the fine print, they never specified how long you had to eat the food, therefor getting enough to last another day or two was perfectly within the rules.

The Loud family said their goodbyes to Clyde and Ronnie, Lincoln and her sharing a brief hug before parting, and everyone piled back into their respective cars and drove home.

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Chapter Notes:

I'm pretty sure it's never specified what Lincolns favorite cuisine is, other than the fact that he likes Sauerkraut and peanut butter sandwiched. Which sound horrifying, but I suppose I shouldn't judge without trying one. Anyway, just based on the fact that he likes sauerkraut I decided that French is his favorite cuisine. That doesn't have anything to do with the chapter because they don't go to a french restaurant, but that's just because I've never heard of a casual sit down french restaurant in the USA. Also I don't know anything about French cuisine other than that sauerkraut is common. I should fix that hole in my food education.

It's actually quite fun to describe a characters daily habits.

Man writing Luan is hard, I'm not good at puns. I absolutely dread the Luan chapters.

As far as drawing as a skill goes for me, I can draw bat wings, fire, and roses perfectly from my imagination, but anything else I have to be looking at. I'm told I can capture the image of something I'm looking at pretty accurately, but if I'm not looking at what I'm drawing and it isn't one of the three things I can draw anyway, it's going to look terrible. I can also draw an okay tree from my imagination. It's not going to be professional level like it would be with a rose, bat wings, or fire, but it's going to be recognizable at least. I could probably pass a tree drawn by me off being expertly drawn, but stylistically different.

If you're wondering: Gravity Shock 2 is based on System Shock 2. Dance like Swagger is based of Move like Jagger. and Infinity street is just a name I thought would be a good band name. Consequently I wasn't thinking of anything when I wrote in the song Forever, it just sounded like the name of a song a band called Infinity Street might write.

I'm assuming the the world of the Loud House is basically an alternate time line version of our world. So a lot of stuff is similar but different, and stuff that's old enough is the same between our worlds.

That pause between steps is from when you're pushing up against gravity so you can take your next step without tripping and eating shit in the dirt. There are ways to get around it though actually. Of course that statement is based on nothing by my personal observation of myself running and trying to fix that issue when I spotted it, so it could be a problem that doesn't exist for anyone else. I should also clarify that by pause, I don't mean you stop entirely for a fraction of a second and then keep running, I mean you're moving forward more slowly while you're also pushing up against gravity than you are during the rest of the step.